JAWS...

cybers are so expensive!so i'll get to the point...for once!
I have not watched anaconda or sharks or any such movies. I do not even watch horror movies...well except for the recent drona which had me in splits.I never had any longing to excite such emotions in me. But life is strange...it gives you what you never asked for. For now, everynight i live in fear. every creak of the door,every flutter of movement has me cowering. In this I am not alone. Me and A live in constant fear of....the cousin S.
As a child i would love listening to stories...especially verbal ones. still do. I would love listening to people indulge in nostalgia about their first homes, schools, trips, and so on. but turn those people into one annoying, seemingly foolish inspite of the all too fake air woman, relating the same stories (which are mostly about the armed forces) for the nth time with unrelenting ,undaunting zest all adds up to "heeelpuh!!!"
Try as you can...you cannot avoid it. its everywhere. sometimes you can listen to a story for the hundredth time and it still sounds nice. Its in the way its told. When this woman tells a story of something that happened as recent as today you feel like running. but you cant and you know that since this is recent you will be hearing it atleast three more times before the week ends.
why not just say "shut it?" well its part of the forced obligation of blood and also of the knowledge that your other sister will not approve (outwardly).
let me relate some instances...havin somehow partially managed to tune her out I am safer than A. so one night in the sitting room I and A are chatting. S emerges out of her lair and starts again. I pretend to listen and I cant tell if A is stupid enough to be genuine or not. fast forward...two hours later A is cribbing. She tells me I fell asleep listening (not) and left her all alone in the field. I say "Eh!well"
another day I come home after A. She tells me of her horror. She was all alone in the house with the Shark. Everytime S came out of her room A pretended to sLeep in whatever position she could manage. She kept thinking "do something...anything...hurry!"
one day we try to use assignments as an exuse. and FAIL!. the excuse that is.
one evening S calls me to her room. I take a phone and go. after fifteen minutes, A calls...from the other room. I pretend and get the hell out!
I am standing in my room and A tells me S is comin. I know its too late to do anything. A says"what do we do!what!" i say "uh uh!" and close my eyes pretending to sleep...standing!
so this is what we do now...pretend to sleep . its not that bad really. Because if she starts telling her story, that is how you are going to end up anyway.
often after going through this ordeal, A asks me "why?why her?why US?why?" but there is no answer.
to day in the Amitav Ghosh class, we discussed a portion where he talks of the fear of the unknown and how that can be the scariest. It is similar with us...we know we cant get away always. but the fear that arises everytime she emerges...the questions..."oh no!wait maybe she wants to use the bathroom,maybe she is going to the kitchen,Oh God maybe its storytime!"...the unknown....and now I have to go home.Gulp!